"Have you always known you were the Luminary?" She didn't know if El seemed like the sort of person who'd been raised for battle all their lives- but he certainly was heroic and unafraid of doing what had to be done, so it didn't seem that unfathomable.
"Is that what you were doing before you were brought here? Fighting a rising darkness?" Lily let his hand go, letting it settle on his arm instead as she thought about the war left to fight back in her world.
Catching the increasingly tired look on his face Lily smiled and settled back against the pillows.
"Tomorrow, when we wake up," and oh how using the word 'we' in that context gave her butterflies in her stomach. "Will you draw me a picture of Yggdrasil?"
Getting comfortable she drew a blanket up around her shoulders and inched closer to him, her knee resting against his - making contact purely for the sake of it (which was swiftly becoming one of her favorite things).
Eleven blinked, nerves skittering through him from the touch of her knee upward.
"A picture? I'm.. not a terribly gifted artist, but I could try." He sketched out designs for the weapons he made sometimes, but they were more for planning and rough reference than anything artistic.
"Souls drift between Her branches," he mused, thinking about the magical air and sheer majesty he'd never be able to capture on paper. "Waiting to be reborn. I'm afraid I won't be able to do any justice to Her."
"You might fare better than you think, and regardless I'd love to see what you draw. Yggdrasil sounds wonderful." There certainly wasn't anywhere in her world she could think of that could compare. Her world hade wonders, certainly - magical and otherwise, but a tree that acted as the source of all life?
"If you like I can show you some of the things I've doodled from back home." Like El she wasn't much of an artist, but when she sincerely tried Lily managed to get a decent picture together.
"I don't draw all that often outside of my notes from the road but I think I've got a funny drawing of my dad somewhere in there." She turned her head, masking a yawn against the pillow before peering back at him, her face half-hidden and her eyes smiling.
Eleven huffed amusement, letting his limbs lax into the mattress.
"That sounds fun." He stifled a yawn of his own. "Thanks for staying with me. I thought it would be difficult to sleep again.."
Which was probably why he was tired oddly early tonight, on top of the emotional exhaustion. At least he could relax now- or more than he had before anyway.
"Next time you'll have to stay at mine." Though she was certainly on her way to sleepy, it didn't do much for her ability to keep potentially misunderstood remarks unsaid.
She was too tired to be sheepish about it. This was nice. If he wanted a next time she wouldn't be opposed. Things had begun awkwardly, but now it felt comfortable and safe. Lily slipped her hand under her pillow, checking for her wand before she settled in, bumping her knee against his with a sleepy chuckle. "If it turns out you do steal blankets, the offer is rescinded."
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"Is that what you were doing before you were brought here? Fighting a rising darkness?" Lily let his hand go, letting it settle on his arm instead as she thought about the war left to fight back in her world.
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"But no, I only found out last year when I came of age. Until then, I'd just thought it was an interesting birth mark."
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"Tomorrow, when we wake up," and oh how using the word 'we' in that context gave her butterflies in her stomach. "Will you draw me a picture of Yggdrasil?"
Getting comfortable she drew a blanket up around her shoulders and inched closer to him, her knee resting against his - making contact purely for the sake of it (which was swiftly becoming one of her favorite things).
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"A picture? I'm.. not a terribly gifted artist, but I could try." He sketched out designs for the weapons he made sometimes, but they were more for planning and rough reference than anything artistic.
"Souls drift between Her branches," he mused, thinking about the magical air and sheer majesty he'd never be able to capture on paper. "Waiting to be reborn. I'm afraid I won't be able to do any justice to Her."
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"If you like I can show you some of the things I've doodled from back home." Like El she wasn't much of an artist, but when she sincerely tried Lily managed to get a decent picture together.
"I don't draw all that often outside of my notes from the road but I think I've got a funny drawing of my dad somewhere in there." She turned her head, masking a yawn against the pillow before peering back at him, her face half-hidden and her eyes smiling.
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"That sounds fun." He stifled a yawn of his own. "Thanks for staying with me. I thought it would be difficult to sleep again.."
Which was probably why he was tired oddly early tonight, on top of the emotional exhaustion. At least he could relax now- or more than he had before anyway.
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She was too tired to be sheepish about it. This was nice. If he wanted a next time she wouldn't be opposed. Things had begun awkwardly, but now it felt comfortable and safe. Lily slipped her hand under her pillow, checking for her wand before she settled in, bumping her knee against his with a sleepy chuckle. "If it turns out you do steal blankets, the offer is rescinded."
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"Try not to," he muttered, eyes closing. "Could get used to it.."